Thursday - Asleep In The Chapel Lyrics

Three chalk outlines sleep in the dirty street
And in our beds under the sheets
They're the halo of guilt hanging 'round your neck
Next to the rosary you count falling asleep

And we're praying.
These are the symptoms of letting go of all our hope.

Since we can't compete with martyred saints
We'll douse ourselves in gasoline
And hang our bodies from the lampposts
So that our shadows turn into bright lights

White light, white heat we'll make
As we're blacking out in the center lane
And we swerve to the beat, spill all the ink
No revision
Do you hear the church bells ringing?

Wake up! Wake up in an outline
And try to speak with the shattered voice of the lives we lead
Have we slept too long between the bullet holes
In a stained-glass window state?

And we're praying.
These are the symptoms of letting go of all our hope.
When we repent

And we're praying.
Blood on the page, read, in the margins
We are the symptoms of letting go of all our hope.

Someday we'll be complete like modern saints
Baptize our kids in gasoline
And hang our doubts up in cathedrals
So that they turn to faith in the colored sunlight

"Red rain, red rain" we'll make
As we're blacking out in the center lane
And we swerve to the beat, spill all the ink.
No revision.
Do you hear the church bells ringing? They ring for you.

We woke up this morning to a sky with no air in it,
And all the streets are filled with a thousand burning crosses.
And what we thought was sunrise? Just passing headlights.

Still the choir girls sing,
"Oh lord, can you save us? Can you save us?
Oh lord, sing hallelujah.
Oh lord, can you save us? Can you save us?
Oh lord, sing hallelujah."

They are the symptoms of letting go of all our hope.
We're falling asleep with open eyes,
Falling asleep inside the chapel,
Falling asleep in chalk outlines,
Falling asleep as the headlights pass us by...